My Tennis Treasure, Starting From Polk's Retention!

0052 Can you still drive me away? ! Throw three Mifūne Nyudō three out Hyotei! [On shelves at 12 o'clock tonight! Ask for support! ! 】

Inside the coach's office.

Kurobe Yukio and San Mifūne Nyudō were sitting on the sofa.

Sakaki Taro looked at the two, although his expression was calm, but he was still surprised inside.

Because he knew their identities.

It turned out to be the coach of the JapanU-17 training camp!

To know.

The national competition seems to be a national competition, but compared to the U-17 training camp....

There is a world of difference between the two.

In the Japanese tennis world.

In the identity of three Mifūne Nyudōsan and Kurobe Yukio, they would come to Hyotei Gakuen to find Kitagawa......

Kitagawa, who was the person involved, was looking at San Mifūne Nyudō San at this time.

This sloppy-looking rough old man is the soul of the Japan U-17 training camp!

Seeing that Kitagawa and San Mifūne Nyudō didn't intend to speak first, Sakakitaro couldn't help but start the conversation: "Both of you, I wonder why you came to see Kitagawa-san?"

Kurobe Yukio nodded slightly at Sakakitaro: "Coach Sakakitaro, I'm sorry! The head coach and I don't want to interrupt you so suddenly! But, we asked Kitagawa before, but he didn't reply us! So we had to go to the door in person It's a trip!"

"I don't know if you can give us a little time and let us talk alone?"

Sakaki Taro frowned slightly upon hearing this.

Although he knew that the identities of the two were not simple, this was his office after all.

How can a guest give an order to evict the host?

"Coach Sakakitaro, let me have a chat with them, you go to the tennis department to watch those guys train first!"

Kitagawa's words made Sakakitaro hesitate for a while, but finally nodded, got up and left the office.

after he left.

San Mifūne Nyudō san stared at Kitagawa and said in a deep voice: "Little guy... It doesn't seem like you're surprised that we came to you?"

"This old man doesn't like to beat around the bush! Last time Kurobe sent you an invitation, this old man wants to know what you think!"

The other party's straightforward attitude made Kitagawa chuckle, and he sat on the sofa with his hands behind his head.

"Coach Mifune! Since you said so, I will also tell you clearly......"

"Since I went to the JapanU-17 training camp last time, I found that I don't like it very much!"

"To put it bluntly, I have nothing to do with you guys. I came to Japan to play because my sister is a special teacher in Hyotei Gakuen. Otherwise... I should still be training in Germany!"

"Also! I was notified of the new rules of the U-17 World Cup before you came here! So... I know what you mean! Since I said that, you should understand my attitude, right? "

San Mifūne Nyudō San and Kurobe Yukio all eyes sank after hearing Kitagawa's answer.

"German U-17?"

"It seems that you are already ready to follow in the footsteps of the overlord German team!"

"Are you looking to add to your tennis career the resume of being part of a U-17 champion team?"

San Mifūne Nyudō San's words already carry a hint of irony.

He has naturally seen Kitagawa's strength through the video of his match with Tokugawa Kazuya.

Regardless of the five-dimensional value detected by objective and cold technological equipment.

Or the strength shown by the opponent in actual combat.

All let him see the birth of a talented player whose talent exceeds Byōdōin Hōō!

but.......

Germany U-17 has won the U-17 World Cup 8 consecutive championships!

Every 2 years!

After a full 16-year reign, they are undoubtedly known as the "dominant" team.

This year.

There are countless people who are optimistic about their honor of winning 9 consecutive championships.

In his opinion, Kitagawa's decision at this time is obviously for an honor that is likely to be obtained, to be a follower who can only cling to the strong.

And hearing these words in Kitagawa's ears, he couldn't help laughing, and his tone was no longer as polite as before.

"Old guy! Stop judging others by your own standards!"

"Follow in the footsteps of the strong? What a joke!"

"Master, what does it matter to you where I go to play?"

"Is it possible that going to your JapanU-17 is the right choice?"

"World points ranking...... 48? Or 32? Sorry! It's too late! Can't remember!"

San Mifūne Nyudō San didn't expect Kitagawa to reply to him so directly, without showing mercy at all.

He slapped the coffee table in front of him with a slap.

"boom!!!"

"You little brat!!! You are too presumptuous!!!"

"The old man made a trip in person, nothing more than because of your truly amazing talent!"

"However, don't think that you can be proud of yourself with talent! The world is much bigger than you think!"

It's almost a face-off.

Kitagawa was too lazy to waste time with the other party, glanced at the other party and stood up with his pockets in his pocket.

"Old man! This is not your U-17 training camp!"

"Today, you took the initiative to come to the door. Out of politeness, I don't mind taking some time to sit down and chat!"

"But I'm showing my attitude, it seems that you are the ones who are not forgiving!"

"Now! Immediately! From where to where! Otherwise..."

San Mifūne Nyudō San's fiery temper has long been on the rise. Hearing that Kitagawa dared to threaten himself, he immediately interrupted the words in a cold voice and said angrily: "What else? Can you still drive me away?!"

Kitagawa immediately sneered, the corners of his mouth slightly raised...

 …

A few minutes later.

San Mifūne Nyudō San and Kurobe Yukio were thrown straight out of the gate of Hyotei Gakuen under the forced eviction of Hyotei Gakuen security guards.

That's right!

Just throw it away!

In the distance, seeing the embarrassment of the three Mifūne Nyudōsan who fell to the ground, Sakakitaro turned his head and said to Kitagawa: "Is it too much? After all, the status of the Japan U-17 training camp is there. Ordinary tennis players even There is no chance of contact! Offending them...is not a good choice!"

Kitagawa turned his head and glanced at the other party: "Coach Sakakitaro, do you think I care?"

Sakaki Taro shook his head helplessly, he felt that he had said something nonsense again.

The boy in front of him has a lot to do with a world tennis genius like Q.P, so he really doesn't care about it.

"Okay, Coach Sakakitaro! By the way, I have one more thing to tell you!"

"What's up?"

"Starting tomorrow, I will be away from the tennis club for a while!"

"Ah?! Are you leaving? Where are you going? What about Atobe and the others?"

"Don't worry, I just went to Germany to complete a game! If all goes well, I will be back before the capital meeting! Coach Sakakitaro, although you are not good enough in training players, don't forget your identity! Time, you have to work harder! Keep an eye on them!"

Kitagawa has said so, what else can Sakakitaro say?

I can only nod my head to show that I have a sense of proportion.

As for what game Kitagawa will play in Germany, he didn't ask much.

But he knew that it was definitely more important for Kitagawa to go to Germany than to stay in the tennis department and stare at Atobe Keigo and their training.

There is a high probability that it is Atobe Keigo, a tennis game that they can't touch at this stage!

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